Fair tymes. Yes, "TYMES!"
The Indiana State Fair has been here since last Wednesday. It's awesome because we have a family friend who is on the board of directors in the Ag Hort building (this is his last year) and so we get free stuff like free admission and free concert tickets. Yup, that's right. We could'a went to the Rascal Flatts concert ($50 a pop!) for free, but nope. Not really interested. But we did go see the Casting Crowns/Jeremy Camp concert. AWESOME! The funny thing is I'm not super fans of either of them. We went because it was free and we wanted to go to some free concert and that looked like the one that would best appeal to us. Dave and I describe them, of what we hear on K-Love, as mediocre. But what sucks is that K-love is practically the only Christian radio station in Indy since Talk Radio took over the other. And K-Love=K-Lame in my book. They play the same namby pamby cry-baby crap all the time. So the only Christian stuff that gets play is sappy soccer mom stuff that all sounds the same. Well, since we got to hear Casting Crowns and Jeremy Camp live, we got to hear some other stuff that's pretty awesome. Like Jeremy Camp, for example. From listening to K-Love, you'd expect him to be an artist who only appeals to the "good and decent" Christian women out there. And you'd gather he only does covers. No originality. However, during his concert, he may have only played two covers, and one of them was an old hymnal but was totally jazzed up with a harmonica and everything. He actually performed some pretty hard and rocking stuff. Very different. I liked it a lot.
Yesterday, we actually went to the fair to look around and get food and stuff. The director friend of ours, his wife, my uncle and aunt, and my dad all work in the ag/hort building. When we got there, they were having a watermelon seed spitting contest. Yes, indeed. That's what I said. You can double check. Anyway, my aunt signed Dave and me up when she saw us without telling us. So, I got to spit one, to my suprise. My dad was checking the distances of everyone spitting. Mine went about 11 feet. The crowd saw it, but my dad yelled out that it went 28 feet! LOL. The crowd laughed and I yelled out "Thanks, dad" eliminating any doubts to the crowd that this man judging was biased for a reason :*) Dave got to spit too but his went around 19 feet. Pretty good. Better than he thought it would go. I know mine could've gone farther, as I didn't really spit that hard. I was nervous. The winner's went 26 feet I think, and the record holder spat his a wopping 31 feet! Ha ha ha get this: The winners name was Missy Spitzer. I KID YOU NOT.
Yesterday, we actually went to the fair to look around and get food and stuff. The director friend of ours, his wife, my uncle and aunt, and my dad all work in the ag/hort building. When we got there, they were having a watermelon seed spitting contest. Yes, indeed. That's what I said. You can double check. Anyway, my aunt signed Dave and me up when she saw us without telling us. So, I got to spit one, to my suprise. My dad was checking the distances of everyone spitting. Mine went about 11 feet. The crowd saw it, but my dad yelled out that it went 28 feet! LOL. The crowd laughed and I yelled out "Thanks, dad" eliminating any doubts to the crowd that this man judging was biased for a reason :*) Dave got to spit too but his went around 19 feet. Pretty good. Better than he thought it would go. I know mine could've gone farther, as I didn't really spit that hard. I was nervous. The winner's went 26 feet I think, and the record holder spat his a wopping 31 feet! Ha ha ha get this: The winners name was Missy Spitzer. I KID YOU NOT.